I am a small wooden soldier on a piece of crabgrass next to a dried up river bed

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Salad Bento Anyone?

When I was young I would overhear stories, the villagers spoke of men disappearing. When they found they're bodies they were like..like butchered. They would call the one who did this "El diablo que hace que los trofeos de los hombres". This would only happen in the hottest of years. El diablo que hace que los trofeos de los hombres means "The demon who makes trophies of men" and this year it grows hot.


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